Baili Feiyue sat here for a long time, so long that it seemed like many years and many seasons had passed.
It only took one morning to get back to the original place.
She stood up, and the numbness in her limbs from sitting for so long made her sway twice.
After steadying herself, she suddenly laughed again.
She was being too rigid.
She squatted down again, took out the porcelain bottle, and poured the scorched earth inside back to its original place.
The wind blew, and the dust rose, as if the man in black clothes with the corners of his lips casually said: Disciple, what are you going to do?
She said: Master, I am going to kill someone.
He sneered: "Killing people? Don't even mention revenge for my master. The only person who can kill my master in this world is me."
She said: I want to kill him
He sighed, and his figure became fainter and fainter: Darling, let's go, don't look back
He is just Murong Shuo, a master who is definitely not a good master. There is no need to remember him.
Disciple, don't look back.
Keep going and don't look back.
In the dreamland, there is no grass left.
In the whistling wind, the scorched earth and dust in front of me were blown away and scattered in every corner of the dreamland, but they no longer existed.
Baili Feiyue's gaze seemed to calmly leave the scorched earth that no longer existed, and she turned around and slowly raised her gaze towards somewhere.
There, there was also someone standing under the sky in gorgeous black clothes. In the sunlight, his long silver hair flashed with a cold and flowing luster, almost like a demon.
He was clearly standing under the sunlight, yet he seemed to be standing at the end of a dark underworld.
It has been like this many times, as if I was born from darkness and go to darkness.
Come and go, alone.
Walking on the cold and dark road to the underworld with countless ghosts, I am always alone.
By the desolate and wailing Naihe Bridge, it is alluring, enchanting, yet sinister and cold.
Baili Feiyue curled her lips sarcastically and walked towards him.
When you get closer, you can smell the familiar, light yet rich scent, like orchid but not orchid, like plum but not plum.
"Zhangsun Wuji, my master is dead."
She smiled, cold and bone-chilling, "Will you be satisfied only if I kill everyone around me who I care about, one by one?"
How many times have I asked this question?
She can't remember.
The man chuckled, reached out to lift the long hair by her ear, and brushed his fingertips across the side of her neck.
"Very sad?"
He lifted her chin with his other hand and chuckled, "Ling Jing, I've already said that you shouldn't provoke me."
Baili Feiyue burst into laughter and almost cried.
"I'm blind, Changsun Wuji, I'm blind!"
He pinched the corner of her eye with his fingertips, forcing out a tear. He licked it with the tip of his tongue, and his captivating purple eyes narrowed slightly. "It's too late."
Yes, it’s too late!
The person she wanted to save was not saved.
The person she loved from the bottom of her heart was a mistake!
But she is not dead yet, so she can stop the loss in time!
The bracelet turned into a cold blade, as sharp as snow.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. She didn't want to ask any more questions or say anything more.
She took a few steps back, as if she was looking at an insignificant passerby, and was even willing to give the passerby a fair chance, "Changsun Wuji, draw your sword."
No matter life or death!
"Ling Jing, do you want to die?" the man asked with a chuckle, his tone like that of an amorous lover.
"It's still unclear who will die!"
He looked at her eyes full of hatred and smiled, "I will grant your wish."
instantly!
The heavenly silk that once saved her life could now take her life in an instant.
Baili Feiyue is not someone who would commit suicide.
If she committed suicide, she would definitely be thrown back from hell by her dog master who could commit suicide himself but she couldn't.
Therefore, even though there is a huge gap between her and the man in front of her in terms of skills, she will still try her best to take his life!
Between her and him, one must live and the other must die!
This battle was not a fight between two top masters, but it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a fight of heaven and earth.
Baili Feiyue knew that Changsun Wuji had not tried his best. Even if he had, she would not have been able to hold on for so long.
But if he doesn't try his best, she won't show mercy!
When they faced each other head-on again, Baili Feiyue put himself in danger and did not avoid it at all. He adopted the strategy of fighting to the death!
Everything happened too fast, and he was determined to drag the other person down with him even at the cost of his own death.
"Puff."
The weapon in Baili Feiyue's hand pierced through Changsun Wuji's chest, but the Tiancan silk in his hand did not take her life.
At that moment, the world stood still.
Her weapon is not an ordinary weapon. If you are fatally wounded by her weapon, there will be no survival.
The blood from the man's chest seeped out little by little, and the blood soaked through his black robe. It was not thick but very dazzling.
He just lowered his head slightly and looked at her, his face as cold as snow.
"You think... you think I will forgive you if you do this!?"
He asked, "Ling Jing, are you scared?"
Baili Feiyue didn't know that she was trembling. She couldn't even hold the hilt of the knife. She also didn't notice that the weapon made his injuries even more terrible because of the trembling.
Many times, she wanted to kill this man.
But she couldn't do it, she couldn't do it!
But this time, she really wanted him to die, and she had never been so determined to do so.
But she never thought about what it would be like if he really died.
It seemed as if everything around her was completely silent. She could no longer hear the sound of the wind, or even the other person's heavy breathing due to pain.
Her world was left with nothing but emptiness.
At some point, her hand loosened its grip on the hilt of the knife, and the weapon remained in his body, turning around and floating away like a soul.
Indeed, not many people dare to come to this dreamland.
But even if it has fallen to this situation, for some people, the dreamland is still a place worth risking their lives to explore.
Even if Murong Shuo turned to ashes before their eyes, they would still wonder if the devil was really dead.
Maybe he's not dead?
After all, he is the devil, right?
Even if he is dead, would the ashes left behind by the devil have the same effect?
Could it be that the devil's peerless treasures, rare wealth, etc. are hidden beneath this dreamland?
After all, the Huangquan Inn built by the devil has existed in the dreamland for many years!
Birds die for food, and people die for money.
Even though many people who had just left the dreamland six days ago were now experiencing increasingly severe discomfort symptoms, there were still some people who had not reacted at all.
No one knew, not even Changsun Wuji and Baili Feiyue, that several waves of desperate criminals fully armed had also sneaked into the dreamland.
Baili Feiyue didn't know how long or how far he had walked. As he walked, he suddenly vomited several mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground.
At this moment, she seemed to have been drained of all her strength.
She didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Her life was not a joke, but it was quite a joke.
Her mother loved her, but she had suffered for the first half of her life. After her memory and identity were finally restored, she didn't even have time to get along with her, let alone respect her, before her mother passed away.
The father she had respected since childhood did not care about her at all, but he was just not as important as her. Compared with Ling Ruolan and Ling Yanran, she did not seem that important.
In the end, Ling Ruolan and Ling Yanran died because of her. Her father guarded the border, seemingly for her to protect the stability of Dajing, but also because he didn't want to face her, the murderer who killed his other two daughters.
The mentor who saved her taught her a lot of skills and gave her and Jiuer two lives, but he took advantage of her and didn't treat her like a master and a disciple.
In the end, even though she risked her life and everything to repay him and save him, he still didn't show any reluctance and burned himself to death in front of her in such a thorough and decisive way.
The man she likes...
The man she likes...
In the end, her mother died, her master died, her father avoided her, and that man was also going to die...
She was not a pessimistic person, but she vomited some blood.
The smile was sad and desolate.
Who should she hate?
Who should she hate? !
Suddenly, he bent his two fingers and stabbed them back into his eyes.
Fresh blood immediately flowed from his eye sockets.
"Hahahahaha~"
What’s the use of eyes that can’t see clearly!
The people who had just touched the vicinity were so frightened when they saw this scene that their hair stood on end and they got goose bumps all over their arms.
Isn't this the witch...
They had never seen a woman who could be so cruel to them. Not to mention women, even men were rare.
He shook his head again and suddenly came to his senses. Something was wrong!
This witch destroyed her own eyes. Now is the perfect opportunity to capture her!
And is the purpose of this witch appearing here the same as theirs?
Or maybe she just knew some clues and got it back?
Thinking of this, he winked at the people around him.
"Witch, there is no door to hell and you broke in!"
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